I'll try my best. 🙈🙊
Word: Cane.
Lesdodis!
Here I go...
I alighted the bus about 7 blocks away from my school. I started walking towards it cautiously, making sure no one saw me. I was already bullied for being one of the smartest, I can't afford to be bullied for being poor and living in the poorest side of the town. No one should know. I held my books in my arms and buried my face as I entered the school compound.
The usual faces, the usual scenes. Nothing ever changes. No one ever makes a difference. There's always the popular-unpopular line. I was so sick and tired of it all.
At the corner of my eye, I saw my grandmother, the school janitor. Everyday I see her suffer and clean the whole school just to pay my school tuition. My parents passed away when I was just a toddler. She raised me up since then. I owe everything to her.
I walked up to her to give her a kiss. In a flash, everyone started to laugh at me, for the umpteenth time. Not only do they bully me, they bully my grandmother.
She can handle it but I can't. Some moments, I just feel like blowing up but I've always had to be strong for my grandmother.
I brushed it off and just ignored them, though I was burning up inside.
Jeremy spilled his juice 'accidentally' and dropped his melted chocolate.
"Hey, old lady, why don't you clean that up for me?" he said, as everyone laughed in unison.
That was the last straw! I grabbed my grandmother's cane. I hit Jeremy repeatedly with it, finally releasing all my anger.
I was rooted to the ground, shocked of my own strength and anger bottled up inside for years. I dropped the cane and ran away, feeling the eyes all at me and at the puddle of blood.
Okay, that was kinda out of nowhere. Sorry, I just watched PLL.
These aren't one of my bests. Ahahha, haven't been in practice for a long time.
Day 11, pens up!
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